" It wouldn’t have been cheating because we weren’t together.’

‘We weren’t together?’ He taunted me in another whisper, that hand on my neck inching up to cup my jaw as I continued resisting looking in his direction. ‘Is that what you’ve been telling yourself? From the second we met, we were only apart when I had to train or I was gone with the team, or when you had to coach. We slept in the same bed together more than we did apart after those first two weeks,’ he told me, like I hadn’t been there. Like I didn’t know.

How could I forget? And when I went to suck in a breath, it was harder than normal. So much fucking harder.

‘I still sleep on the left side of the bed even with you, Lenny. "

― Mariana Zapata , The Best Thing